Rising From Hell: The True Heiress's Revenge

Chapter 3 The Favorite Daughter

Word Count: 799 | Released on: 25/05/2026

ard Chloe. "Sister, I don't hold grudges about the past. Let's be a loving family again." Her fingers

family? You and me?" The words tasted like ash on her tongue. She had once ye

eone who couldn't stand to see

f his Bentley. He strode toward Chloe, displeasure carved into every line of his face. "You think three years of discipline gives you the right to feel wronged? Do you know Mother hasn't slept through a si

hree years of discipline, and Chloe still saw herself as the victim? Cassie had nearly died. The memory of that

us as you're making it. She's just returned. As her eldes

d for it. All of Greenwich knows the Beaumonts produced a daughter capable of poisoning her own sister. Cassie chose to forgive-she's been protecting Chloe

's voice rose to a near-shout. "Sa

ssie. He'd followed through-firing servants who slighted her, designing jewelry for her birthdays, staying by her bedside when she was ill. She remembered the cool weight of his hand on her feverish forehead, the

he past in the past. Come inside. Your grandmother and father are waitin

se. Two steps later, he turned back, voice softening

nced at Chloe. She said nothing. She didn't need to. The

resolved to discard every emotional tie, to hand over her fiancé, parents, and brothers to Cassie without a backwar

ragile. Be pleasant. Don't mention the past three years-there's no need to upset her. And you're twenty-five now. It's time to think about marriage. The academy... we can't let anyone know you spent three years there, in close quarters with o

own the hall, she realized they weren't heading toward her old suite. The corridor was f

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Rising From Hell: The True Heiress's Revenge

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“I survived three years in a hellish military facility, enduring shrapnel wounds and nerve damage just to finally return home to my wealthy family. But the moment I stepped out into the sun, my ex-fiancé looked at my scarred body with pure disgust, coldly asking if I had "learned my lesson" for stressing out my fragile sister, Cassie. At the family estate, my mother had already given my bedroom to Cassie. My brother shielded her from me like I was a wild animal, and my father publicly called me an ungrateful wretch just because Cassie accidentally splashed a drop of coffee on her own hand. They ignored my life-threatening, jagged scars, casually offering me Cassie's leftover burn cream for my "old marks." I couldn't understand how three years of my blood and agony meant absolutely nothing to the people who were supposed to love me. They had willingly sent me to hell just to keep their precious, manipulative darling happy, systematically erasing my existence from their lives. When they shamelessly handed me the annulment papers and demanded I graciously bless Conrad and Cassie's new engagement to protect the Beaumont family brand, the last flicker of my affection turned to ash. I calmly agreed to step aside, but as my mother smiled in triumph, I looked at them with ice in my eyes. "You want me to be the sacrificial lamb for your perfect little family? Fine. But it will cost you."”